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Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
Crime scene near the house
Police rushing to that place
Me locking every single door
Oh what else could I do
Grabbed every single thing that could be a weapon
Even things that aren't effective
Scared that these evil doers will come at my door
Countless thoughts keep coming at me
I'm seriously praying the rapture would come instead
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
I'm always left undecided
But decisions are just too much for me to bear
I always feel like choosing the other
Will make me feel like regretting the other choice
Now people choose for me
But who am I to say I don't like it
Because with so much time passing
No one would want to waste it
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
Death**

I wonder what it would feel like
I wonder how the dead felt before they died

"I want to die."
What foolishness am I to bear to say that

I love living
But in fact we're only living to die one day
And that one day should be a righteous end
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
There's a hole in my heart
Waiting to be filled
Just please don't fill it
With something like poison
Cause oh how I wish
You knew what this heart of stone really is
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
I may be rich
But I'm not a *****
Stop pushing me in
To those like trash bins
Don't want to be judged
Or hold any grudge
Please hear me out
Before I pout
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
Why is it easy to make
But so hard to feel

Love is oh so powerful
That I have been warned
Of what may happen to this fragile heart of mine
And whatever my mind would do

I write upon a blank space
A rhyming composition
And give out all these feelings
The love that flows within me
And keeps me engaging to new things
But why do I feel so pained thinking about it
That the love that'll happen to me would be changing me to a different person
It may be because I think of a certain someone
Or I am just pessimistic about everything as usual
But at all times I know that

*Love is what moves the heart the most.
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
He noticed me.**

And later we talk.
End up becoming comfortable,
And then comes my assumptions.
Not telling him,
These feelings of mine
   end up unrequited.
I thought there would be
But I'll just be lying to myself.
I keep up my usual act
And hide away the frown there should be.
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